Itsuwari wa nai Kyoshoku nado nai
Motomoto wa sonna fuukeiga
Efude wo tsukai kakitasu mirai
Bokura ga sekai wo yogosu.
Irodori no nai Amari ni awai
Ishiki ni wa sonna joukei ga
Wasurerarenai Itsuka no chikai
Soresura todaete kieru.
Hoho wo naderu youna kirisame mo shitataka ni hibi wo nagasu.
Kimi wa dare dai
GARIREO GARIREI?
Daremo egakenai fuukeiga
Nani ga tadashii Nani ga kanashii
Bokura ga sekai wo yogosu.
Itsuwari wa nai Kyoshoku nado nai
Sonna joudan wa iu mai ga
Darenimo ienai Itsuka no chikai
Sore dake ga boku no hokori.
Azayakana kimi no omokage mo boku wa miushinau kana
Mado wo tataku youna nakimushi no tsuyuzora ga hibi wo nagasu.
Aa... nakusu nanika wo
Hora Soushitsu wa imanimo kuchi wo akete boku wo nomikonde
Hamabe de nami ga saratta kaigara
Umi no soko ni wa omoi ga furitsumotte irunda.
Itsuwari wa nai Kyoshoku nado nai
Motomoto wa sonna fuukeiga
Wasurerarenai Kimi to no chikai
Soredake ga boku no hokori.
Kokoro utsusu youna samidare mo itsuka wa nakiyamu kana
Hoho wo naderu youna kirisame ga shitataka ni hibi wo nagasu.
[Translation]
No deceptions, no affectations
That's the kind of landscape picture it was originally
Adding to the future with a paintbrush
We're the ones that pollute the world.
Colorless, oh so pale
Is the kind of landscape remaining in my consciousness
Can't forget that promise from my past
But even that will wither and disappear.
Drizzling rain brushing against my cheek steadily washes the days away.
Who are you?
Galileo Galilei?
A landscape painting no one can draw
What is right? Why so sad?
We're the ones polluting the world.
No deceptions, no affectations
Not my kind of joke
Can't tell anyone about the promise from my past
That's my one source of pride.
Will I lose sight of my vivid memories of you?
The crybaby rainy sky taps against the windows and washes the days away.
Ahh... Losing something
See Loss is about to open its mouth and swallow me whole
Shells on the shore carried away by the waves
Mounds of emotions piling deep down in the bottom of the ocean.
No deceptions, no affectations
That's the kind of landscape picture it was originally
Can't forget the promise we exchanged
That's my one source of pride.
The May rain mirroring my heart may eventually cease to weep
Drizzling rain brushing against my cheek steadily washes the days away.
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